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And it seemed his life had gone too fast
He who braved bullets, bombs, and gas
His mem'ry shall not fade into past
He was a brother, a nephew, your uncle, and a son
He went over there to send the Hun on the run
He came over with men from all walks of life
In the green fields of France they fought for their lives
He lived, he loved, he was a good man
Too good to fall in no man's land
On the first of November an angel band
Came to claim the big galloot when they made their stand
He was carried away with God's tender hand
Carried away from no man's land
The loved ones that he left behind
Share memories both sad and kind
They tell of a man who loved his home
Who loved his family and country so
His posterity I'm proud to know
A wise old friend who admired him so
Such a namesake to be passed
A nickname that is sure to last
Here's a fond salute to the Big Galloot
His memory shall never fade into past